TradI have got a furze field, my own dearest jewel
Where all my fine pheasants do fly
And if you come a-shooting when shooting's in season
I'll tell you, love, how to proceed
You bring your dog with you, your gun in your hand
All loaded and primed and all at your command
When the pheasants take flight you must take sight
You shoot the next moment - you're sure to be right
I have got a fishpond, my own dearest jewel
Where all my fine fishes do swim
And if you come a-fishing when fishing's in season
I'll tell you, love, how to begin
You bring your rod with you, your line in your hand
Your hooks and your angles all at your command
When you throws in all the fishes will play
It's down to the bottom, love, that's the right way
I have got a warren, my own dearest jewel
Where all my fine rabbits do run
And if you come a-ferreting when ferreting's in season
I'll tell you, love, how to begin
You bring your dog with you, your ferrets in your hand
Your nets and your shovels all at your command
And the ferrets will bolt and the rabbits will play
And it's down to the bottom, love, that's the right way
I have got a deer park, my own dearest jewel
Where all my fine deer I do keep
And if you come a-hunting when hunting's in season
I'll tell you, love, how to proceed
You bring your dog with you, your nag in your hand
All saddled and bridled all at your command
And the deer they will prowl and the dogs they will brawl
And it's then, Gee up, Dobbin - and back they will fall
Now some do like hunting and some do like game
And shooting the pheasants is gentlemen's game
But fishing in the fishpond is all my delight
You shoot the next moment - you're sure to be right
(as sung by The Watersons)